Perfect Endings
This is a good way to go, I thought. Dying alongside the person (or undead vampire, take your pick) you love.
The Volturi advanced in a long, straight line. We waited. I decided that our side needed a little pep talk before the battle.
'We will fight,' I proclaimed, 'They will fight,' I continued. I watched as Carlisle's expression hardened and the lust for battle and death began to rage in his eyes. 'And we will all die,' I concluded. My imaginary audience wiped a few, well-timed tears from its eyes.
And with that, the Volturi charged us.
Lots of things had changed since my transformation into a vampire: that most beautiful of primal forms. Before, I continually told myself I was ugly and sad. Now, it took me hours to drag my irresistible eyes away from the mirror.
Before, Emmet seemed like a bear to me. Now, I'm getting used to beating him at arm-wrestling every evening.
One thing hadn't changed though.
I ran at the advancing line thinking, this is it. I tripped over a rock and fell into a slightly surprised Jane's arms. Damn. I should have learned to love P.E.
It wasn't too long before she'd completely dismembered me. My severed head pulled itself up straight and my eyeballs swivelled in their sockets to locate Edward. The love of my short, miserable life. He caught sight of my head and goggled. In that minute of distraction I caused, Jane tore him apart too.
'Even death will not do us part,' he intoned morosely, tears leaking from his eyes. Wait. How can a head cry when it's not connected to the rest of the body? 'Direct your arm towards mine,' he continued.
Hmm, my arm. Where was that little bugger? And then, I saw. One of the wolves had apparently let his canine instincts take over. He had it in his jaws and was gnawing contentedly. And the other one? Oh, it was right here. It began inching towards Edward's arm. Edward's arm began inching towards mine.
'Bellaaaa,' a familiar voice called suddenly. Jacob. I glanced in the direction of the voice. He'd been dismembered too. Nice. The awesome threesome would still be together. His paw began inching towards mine too.
Edward's glittering arm or Jacob's grubby paw? Necrophilia or bestiality? I twitched and gulped.
'Hold it!' I hollered. 'I'm Switzerland okay? I'm not like.. going to like.. take sides and all that okay? You can each hold two of my fingers.'